Adults Weren’t Supposed To Understand

A Twinge At The Edge Of Her Lips And She Continued, The Soft, Slow Lilt Of Recitation: "ancient Walls That Sing The Distant Hours.

After All, It's The Librarian's Sworn Purpose To Bring Books Together With Their One True Reader.

It Was Such A Pleasure To Sink One's Hands Into The Warm Earth, To Feel At One's Fingertips The Possibilities Of The New Season.

But History Is A Faithless Teller Whose Cruel Recourse To Hindsight Makes Fools Of Its Actors.

... People Who'd Led Dull And Blameless Lives Did Not Give Thanks For Second Chances.